After a very traumatic yet satisfying detour, I find myself once again back in Alta Loma with just about the sunniest disposition I've had in this town for a very long time. The foggy chemical imbalance spurred on by finals has dissipated into a quiet nervousness that I'm sure will squelch itself into oblivion in the next couple days, leaving my spring break entirely to calmness. Industrial level of happiness here. As if before my happiness was cultivated on crude farms by uneducated serfs, but now we're using crop rotation and chemical growth hormones on the cows. Not that I'm okay with that stuff, but it's just an analogy.

So anyway I'm feeling well.

Still, my mind regularly turns to things Santa Barbara. It has progressively become my true home, and I miss even the acquaintances I see walking around FT. Though I certainly do not miss FT food. God.

It has become one of my primary goals here in Alta Loma to locate a suitable planetarium. Rumor has it the CC has one, but whether it's functional or not has yet to be determined. If dashing good looks will revive the planetarium equipment, they need to look no further than me. Actually, I don't think electronic stuff works like that. But maybe.

There is a VCR in my room. I plan on doing nothing with it. Granted, I play with the door on it. It's got a satisfying click to it. Crisp closing mechanism. And the rewind/fast forward dial on the end of it...well you've just got to try it yourself. I'm contemplating not even going out today. That's how great this VCR is. I wonder if it still works - I already promised the planetarium my good looks...

Feeling remarkably honest. Tremendously open. Ready to tell secrets. Might blurt something. Some friendships will be strengthened, others demolished. We are in the era of Josh reconstruction. Slight chance for romance? Nah. This week is about comradely. Or that’s just my justification. These things are hard to decipher. Let’s say I’m contently resigned to this circumstance for a while.